I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 119
Jiang Mo looked at Song Cheng who disappeared into the community, and stood outside the community for a while before turning back to the base.

On the way back to the base, he touched his lips, which were the lips he had just kissed hers, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth.

"It's not bad to just disappear with a good memory like this." He comforted himself.

He wants to take all the memories of himself and Song Cheng away, and in a deserted corner, he will be very happy when he thinks about it.

Jiang Mo felt relieved, and he looked up at the night sky. The black sky was dotted with a few stars that flickered on and off.

Turning into a star might be his final destination.

"..."

When Song Cheng returned home, it was past one o'clock. As soon as she opened the door of the room, she saw Ma Qingqing and Gu Miao lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, sleeping soundly.

Zheng Qingyue on the side stood by the table where the photos were placed, looking at something in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zheng Qingyue turned around, smiled at Song Cheng, and asked her in a low voice while holding the photo frame: "Is this uncle?"

"Oh, it's my dad."

In the photo in the photo frame, Song Jiang was wearing a military uniform, standing upright and upright.

"Uncle is actually a soldier, so cool!" Zheng Qingyue put down the photo in his hand, walked to Song Cheng's side, and pulled her to sit on the empty sofa beside him.

"Song Cheng, happy New Year." She smiled at her innocently, "I had a very happy day today, thank you for inviting me to your house to celebrate the New Year together."

"Also, the dumplings you made are delicious, and the rice cakes you made are really amazing!"

As Zheng Qingyue said, he picked up half a bottle of beer by the table and drank it, "Ah, it's really delicious. By the way, why aren't uncle and aunt at home for the New Year?"

When Song Cheng heard this question, she subconsciously licked her lips and replied, "My mother is a doctor. She is busy tonight. She has to perform surgery on a patient in a car accident, so she didn't come back."

When talking about Song Jiang, she was thinking of finding an excuse to fool Zheng Qingyue, when her stomach rumbled just right: "Goooooooooooo~"

"Hahaha, go and get you something to eat!" Zheng Qingyue couldn't help smiling when he heard Song Cheng's stomach growling.

I asked her again: "Can I see pictures of your home? If not, forget it."

Song Cheng thought for a while, it shouldn't be good to reject others, "Okay, let me show you."

She took out a thick photo album from the drawer, which was bought by her parents when they first got married.

It records all the photos from the time her parents got married, to her birth, first grade, junior high school, and now.

Zheng Qingyue took it, and slowly opened the slightly yellowed photo album, looking at the photos on the first page.

Song Cheng turned around and went to the kitchen, preparing to make some dumplings for herself. She was so hungry that she was a little dizzy.

When Song Cheng returned to the living room with the cooked dumplings, Zheng Qingyue seemed to be wiping away tears.

"Are you okay?" She sat next to Zheng Qingyue and asked her.

Zheng Qingyue shook his head, turned his head to look at her, "I'm fine, I just saw your family's photo album, and I'm very envious."

"We don't have such a photo album in our family, and we don't seem to have taken any photos of our parents' wedding dresses."

She turned a page, pointed to the family portrait inside and said, "I've been looking forward to it, and I really wanted to take a photo like this with my father and mother, but I never did it."

"They always resist each other, but I heard from my grandma that my father and mother had a very good relationship before I was not there."

"You know, when I heard this, I couldn't help but wonder, if my mother hadn't given birth to me, would they have such a thick photo album?"

"It contains their wedding photos, photos of traveling to various places, and all kinds of good memories."

Zheng Qingyue smiled wryly, "It's Chinese New Year, why am I suddenly feeling sad?"

Song Cheng swallowed a dumpling, shook her head and said, "Don't think that way, since uncles and aunts must have chosen to give birth to you, they must like you."

"Love can't always be fresh and loving, so you don't have to blame yourself, maybe the love between them has disappeared."

Zheng Qingyue's tears came out again, "Song Cheng, you are so kind." She rushed forward and hugged her.

Song Cheng put down the dumpling bowl in her hand, hugged her, and patted her on the back, "Okay, don't be sad anymore."

"Yeah, I'm not sad anymore." She wiped away her tears, and pulled Song Cheng to tell her the story of these photos.

Song Cheng talked a lot, and when she told Zheng Qingyue the story behind the photo, she also seemed to have traveled through time, as if she had returned to that time.

"Hey, why is there no uncle in these photos when you were in junior high school?"

Zheng Qingyue picked up a photo without Song Jiang, and looked at it again and again. There were only Jiang Shu and Song Cheng in this photo.

"Oh, this..." Song Cheng took the photo and turned to look at the time of the photo. It was taken when she was 14 years old and her mother went to a certain scenic spot, and it was also the first year when her father disappeared.

She fell into the memories of that year, and slowly said: "Dad, that year..."

"Remember, don't let anyone know that your father is in prison, and don't let others know about your relationship with him and his experience."

This voice rang in Song Cheng's mind. It was the voice of police officer Xing Ye.

"My dad returned to the army that year, and then said he was going to bring in new recruits." She lied.

Zheng Qingyue nodded, "I see, what about this year? Isn't uncle coming back this year?"

"This year my dad... no, it should be said that he went to XJ's side since the year before last, and he hasn't been back for several years."

She really didn't write a draft when she lied, her face didn't blush, her heart didn't beat, so people couldn't see any flaws.

"Oh... hey, then you must miss him too, I haven't seen him for several years." There was a look of sadness on her face.

Song Cheng nodded, smiled wryly and said, "Yes, I miss my dad very much."

"I also miss my mother, my father, and my grandma." Zheng Qingyue leaned on the back of the sofa, "We really have the same disease."

The two chatted together until midnight. After Zheng Qingyue came home, Song Cheng dozed off.

It's already past four o'clock in the morning, and she has to get up early to visit her grandma at her uncle's house, and she will visit her grandma tomorrow.

She stood up and stretched her waist. Gu Miao and Ma Qingqing were still asleep on the sofa, very deeply.

She re-blanketed them both, then tidied up the living room, washing all the plates and bowls.

Before five o'clock, she finally finished cleaning the whole living room. Looking at the clean living room, she went back to the bedroom with peace of mind.

My brain hurts, and now I can finally rest.

　I'm not in good health recently, I'll update later, sorry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)